372. The Maiden And The Lone Wolf

She lay crying on the forest floor naked and alone abandoned by those she thought were her friends her tears attracted the young white wolf exiled from his pack just two nights before They looked into each other's eyes an understanding passed between them it was not one of words for none were spoken it was far deeper than any that could be said He found in her a potential friend one who he could protect and trust she saw a confident and guardian willing to keep her safe to listen without judging From then on when they went to sleep he curled up on her right hip keeping watch throughout the night until the sunrise brought a new day